En gng jag foro som en modig ungersven
Jag vandrade skog, jag beskte bygd
D tog jag mitt brd, stockar d flldes
I djupaste skog, forslades till brukets eld
Vi togo brnnvin vid Bckens strm
Av ruset vi sjungo, skrt om bragd och tljde flsk
Natten kom i fullmnens sken
Ingen vind, inte rrdes en gren
Huldrans Gng
Eldens Sng
D sutto jag vid elden ensam
Huttrade i slutsommar nett
En skugga blott jag sg nu nalkas
Bland furors kvist, runt bjrkars spiror
Huldrans Gng
Mot mnen en skymt
Eldens Sng
Silver mot blekvit by
Hennes bryn s mrkt
Med stripigt klngande hr
Ett tredje ga som ormens blott
Hennes anlete frgyllde
Hornkrnt hon smg
Som en skugga av stjrnestoft
Hon mig smekt
Viskande, klsande nu red
D jag vaknat ur min slumran
Med brnnmarkt skinn
Ett minne blott vr vilda lek
Ur ett drmmars kvde
Denna skogens dotter, sg jag aldrig mer
Ack, ingen min frkunnelse tro
Men bland urtrds skepnad evig
En gamling han f sin sista ro
Natten kom i fullmnens sken
Ingen vind, inte rrdes en gren
Jag slumrade in, mossan mig tog
Hennes mark jag vandrat, sen jag dog
English :
Daughter Of The Forest
Once upon a time I traveled like a brave young swain
I wandered in the forests, I visited the countryside
I ate my bread there, happened to choke on it
In the deepest forest, taken away to fires of the mill
We took snaps near the brook's current
Of drunkenness we sang, bragged and boasted and carved meat
Night arrived in the full moon's shining
No wind, nothing moving the fields
Huldran's stride
Song of fire
There I sat slone by the fire
Shivering in the late summer night
I suddenly saw a shadow closing on me
Among pine branches, around birches' sprouts
Huldran's stride
A glimpse towards the moon
Song of fire
Silver onto a snow-white village
Her brows so dark
With spindly, creeping hair
A third eye like a snake eye
Her visage gilded
Horn-crowned she sneaked
Like a shadow made of stardust
She caressed me
Whispering, now tearing
Then I woke from my slumber
With a branded skin
Our wild game just a memory
Out of a dreamer's ballad
Never again I saw the forest's daughter
Ah, no one believed my story
But among the eternal shapes of the ancient forest
An old man is allowed his final rest
Night arrived in the full moon's shining
No wind, nothing moving the fields
I fell to slumber, the moss took me
I wandered on her lands ever since I died
